Paroles: Neil Young. Something More Tame.

Well, I'm a little light-headed But my body feels the same And it feels like fallin' on down And find another name But the sand in my shoes May trickle to my brain Oh yeah, something more tame Well, I ain't got the blues But something more tame Oh yeah, something more tame. Well the sound of the drums Like ten thousand dancers Is pounding in my head With bodies full of lead And I feel like a bull With an eye-full of red But something better bred Well, I ain't got the blues Oh yeah, something better bred Oh yeah, something better bred. Kind of farm I know If tomorrow sees another Well, the people and the soldiers And the gypsies groan And I cannot let it go Well, I ain't got the blues It would be like a wonder Oh yeah, something more slow But something more slow Oh yeah, something more slow. And the other ones too Ain't got too many wonders But the people in the cities That they're not tied to And I can't help but feeling As I'm wearing straight through But something more true Well, I ain't got the blues Oh yeah, something more true Oh yeah, something more true.